Broken (16 page)

He had set the mood perfectly. The candles that had been used on the beach Christmas night were scattered around the living room. Max's rug was over in the corner, and he was snoring contentedly as soft music played and the light from the fireplace and candles cast shadows around the walls and over the ceiling.

So it looks like we're doin' it out here.

The bottle of red that we had shared over dinner was a good one, the wine smooth with just the right hint of oak, but neither of us was drinking too much. As Adam took my glass from my hand and placed it on the coffee table, my heart thumped against my chest. This was it. My God, I was ridiculously nervous, like virgin teenager nervous.

“Relax,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck and kissing the delicate skin below my ear.

“I am relaxed.”

His hand cupped my face, then ran down my neck until it came to rest over my heart. “You've got a heavy metal band in there, beating out a tune.” He stood, holding out his hand for me to join him. “Dance with me.”

The iPod changed to “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran, and I stepped into Adam's arms, my hands linking around his shoulders as he held me firmly against him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I let his subtle body movements guide me as we swayed in time with the music in front of the fire.

“Don't be nervous, baby. I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything you're not ready for,” he whispered, his lips tickling my neck as he spoke. “Just being here with you, holding you, kissing you…” He softly kissed my shoulder. “It's more than I ever expected when I came here a few weeks ago. I was in a dark place, but meeting you has changed everything.” His grip tightened around my waist. “You've given me reason to believe that there is something more for me to do with my life. I'm here for you…and because of you.”

Raising my head from his shoulder, I was surprised to see that his eyes had welled with tears. The corner of his mouth tipped up into a smile as he gazed down at me.

I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair, then along his stubbled jaw. “There's nothin' I can think of that I don't want to experience with you, Adam. I feel like I'm seein' the world for the first time. Everythin' you've shown me already has made me happier than I've ever been. I ain't nervous anymore. I wanna go on this adventure with you and see where it takes us.”

Resting his forehead to mine, he allowed his hands to wander under my top, his fingertips tickling along my ribs until they came to rest on the lace of my bra. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes, tracing Adam's jawline with butterfly kisses.

“I want you, Evie,” he whispered as my lips continued traveling down his throat. “Fuck, I want you.”

My stomach fluttered as Adam's fingers slipped inside my bra, his hand cupping my breast and squeezing.

“I want you too.” I sighed, running my hands down over his chest to feel his heartbeat hammering.

Hot breath puffed against my neck as Adam continued caressing down my body, languidly scorching my skin, and making me whimper as he drew closer to the button on my jeans. I wanted him to touch me more than I'd ever wanted anything else in my life, and as he teased me, dipping his fingers inside the waistband, I shuddered with anticipation.

“Jesus,” he hissed, as my hand ran down the front of his jeans to feel the bulge growing beneath my palm. His mouth was on mine, his hands tangled in my hair holding me close. His erection grew as he pushed his hips into me, and I ran my hands down his back until they took hold of his ass and pulled him harder against me. He moaned deep in his throat, then grabbed my hip, running his hand down my thigh and lifting it until my leg hooked around him. I tore at his sweater, tugging it over his head and discarding it on the floor. My top was next as Adam roughly yanked it off and tossed it down to add to the pile.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked breathlessly, unhooking my bra and sliding the straps down my arms. “Decide now before we end up on the floor.”

As much as I wanted to be spontaneous, I also wanted our first time to be comfortable. Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp so I could see him. No more sex in the dark—I wanted all my senses aroused, and seeing Adam's naked body was a sight I would never grow tired of.

Backing away from him, I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. Adam followed my lead, quickly dropping his jeans, then his boxers, to the floor, allowing his erection to spring free from the constraint of his clothing. I went to drop my red lace panties, the final piece of clothing standing between the two of us, being completely vulnerable.

“Leave them on, for now,” Adam instructed as he approached. “I want to take them off you.”

Pulling back the quilt, I climbed into bed, unable to take my eyes from Adam's amazing body. He was all lean muscle, perfectly built, like a beautiful work of art.

“‘I wish I could paint,” I told him, my eyes taking in every muscle. “I would paint you just like that.”

He smiled, wrapping his hand around his hard-on. “You want a picture of this?” As his hand ran slowly up and down his length, my body reacted in a way it had never done before. Just watching him touch himself was possibly the biggest turn-on I'd ever experienced.

“Do you like watching?” he asked with a wicked smile as he knelt on the bed. “I'd like to watch you get yourself off, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to do it.”

Lying down beside me, his lips once again found mine as his hand slid down over my abdomen and inside my panties. I held his hand, pushing it harder against me so the palm rubbed as I bucked beneath it. I was so wet, so ready for Adam as he slipped first one finger and then two inside me, massaging my sweet spot until I was writhing from his touch.

“Fuck you're beautiful, Evie.” He sighed, kissing and nibbling his way down my neck to my chest. “I've wanted you from the first day I saw you.”

“I wanted you too,” I panted as the pressure from his hand built and my legs began to tremble. “I want you now.”

“You've got me.”

Turning my head, I managed to focus on his face. His eyes bore into me, black pools watching my expression as I crept toward the edge with every rub and swirl from his fingers. Reaching down between us, I slid my hand over the smooth ridges of Adam's abdomen until I felt coarse hair between my fingers. He was so hard as I gripped his length, stroking the smooth skin and making him twitch in my hand.

He kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip as his hips matched the rhythm of my hand movement, stroking slowly at first, but increasing until Adam was panting. Pulling away, his heated gaze met mine as his fingers dipped deeper and deeper inside me.

“I'm going to make you come three times tonight, and I'm going to watch your face each time, because it's the most beautiful thing to see.”

The intensity increased and my body trembled as I clutched at the sheet beneath me. Leaning forward, Adam sucked on my erect nipple, drawing it into his mouth until I whimpered, fisting his hair to hold his head in place.

“The first time you come will be like this,” he husked as he changed breasts, licking around my delicate flesh. His thumb came into play, circling my sensitive clit, and my body writhed from his touch, my breath catching as a throaty moan escaped me.

The pressure from his hand and mouth increased and I lost it, arching my back as my eyes squeezed tightly closed and a low groan rumbled in my throat.

He kissed my sweaty brow, allowing me a few moments to catch my breath. “The second time you're no stranger to.” His wet fingers rose to his lips and he sucked them longingly. “You taste so good.”

Before I could fully come down from the orgasmic high, he was kissing down my body, occasionally stopping to lick or nip. When he finally reached what seemed to be his favorite location, between my thighs, he sat back on his heels and took hold of the thin sides of my red lace panties.

“It's like unwrapping the birthday present you've been wanting your entire life.”

As Adam tossed my panties over his shoulder, I giggled and wriggled my hips to get comfortable. I knew what was coming, and I anxiously waited for that first slow swipe of his tongue to send a shiver through my body as it always did. It was absolute, unequaled pleasure that I found myself fantasizing about and reliving any time I let my mind wander.

Adam knew I was on pins and needles waiting, my fingers gripping his hair trying to not so subtly guide his head to where I wanted it.

“Is this what you want, Evie?” He lightly kissed my inner thigh, then licked the sensitive skin before blowing along the wetness, giving me goose bumps.

“Well that's a start,” I said breathlessly.

“Or this?” He latched on to my thigh on the other side, sucking so hard I was sure there would be a mark there for days.

My body had a mind of its own as my hips wriggled.

“You keep wiggling your pussy in my face, and I'm going to have to bite it.”

Our eyes locked as he waited for my next move. He didn't have to wait for long. My hips moved again, inching forward, and he gave me a sexy wink before burying his face. With arms hooked around my hips, he pulled me hard onto his mouth and I bucked shamelessly against him, riding the motion of his tongue as it circled my sensitive flesh, and he sucked it in between his lips.

Crying out, I gripped Adam's hair tighter, then, worried I would hurt him, I let go and clutched behind my head at the headboard and pillow instead. He kept going, pushing my thighs wider, his moans of pleasure joining my own. He pulled himself closer into me and I dug my fingernails into the pillow, my breathing out of control as my body once again began to tremble. Between my moans and whimpering, and being unable to stay still, I rode that orgasm as Adam worked his magic until every muscle was quivering like jelly.

Taking several deep breaths, I opened my eyes to find Adam's crooked grin only inches away. He kissed my nose lightly, brushing the unruly hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“Keep your eyes open next time, okay?” he told me.

I nodded. I would have done anything for him at that moment. He could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have gladly traipsed up there and leapt off, if it would have made him happy.

He smirked. “Are you good?”

Nodding again, I tried to calm my breathing enough to speak. “Yeah…good,” I puffed.

Kneeling up, Adam reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a little square wrapper. I watched eagerly as he tore it open, then rolled the condom on.

“God, that's hot.” I sighed. I'd never seen anyone do that before, so I didn't know if what Adam was doing was standard practice. But the way he slowly slid his hand down as the condom unrolled had my heart pumping again. “Do they come in different sizes?”

“Yep,” he said as he lay back down between my legs.

“I reckon you bought the wrong size. It's too small.”

He chuckled. “Thank you for the ego boost, baby, but it's fine.”

We kissed. It was slow, passionate, as if we had all the time in the world. Running my hands through Adam's hair, I pulled it back from his face, as his hand ran down my side and grasped my hip. His hard length pressed against me, and I tried to maneuver until he was lined up perfectly, but he kept moving. Grabbing his ass, I leveraged myself up against him, wrapping my leg around his waist.

“Let me calm down a bit, Evie,” he murmured in between kisses. “I almost lose it every time you come on my face.”

I moaned, looking deep into Adam's eyes. “I can't believe you just said that.” My chest was heaving again as I pulled his butt closer and wrapped both legs around him. “Now…please.”

In one smooth action, he was aligned and pushing into me slowly…painfully slowly. Lifting my hips from the bed, I pulled him to me once more. He groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, my fingers tangled in his hair, I held him still for a moment, relishing the weight of his body on mine, the feel of him inside me, and his hot breath on my neck.

Then, with deliberate thrusts, he started to move. It was heaven. The way his muscles worked, rippling through his body as he rocked his hips back and forth, had my breath coming out in short bursts. I raked my nails down his back, and a groan rumbled in his throat before his efforts increased as he pushed harder and deeper into me. He held his weight on one forearm as the other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close, every subtle movement making my body tremble.

But it was his eyes that held me captive. Locked with mine, I saw the pleasure pass over his face every time he buried himself inside me. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his as I fell deeper into the blackness of his eyes, his breath fanning my cheek in between sweet, gentle kisses.

As we picked up the pace, Adam grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress for leverage and I braced myself against the headboard. Our bodies writhed in unison, the intensity driving both of us closer. We were a mass of tangled limbs as we worked together. He could tell from the slightest sound what I liked, and I knew from his face and the way he bit his bottom lip when he was close. Fighting the instinct to close my eyes, I forced them to stay open and watched his face as he gazed down at me, his jaw set as he was determined to not come until I was ready.

But I was so ready. As Adam swirled his hips, I let go for the third time that night. He held me tight as his movements became stilted and he finally relaxed on top of me as we both tried to catch our breaths.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my heart rate to settle as I floated back down from the euphoric high. When I opened them again, Adam was watching me, his gaze taking in every detail. He rolled off, lying flat on his back as the rise and fall of his chest began to slow. I rolled to face him and he mirrored my position.